Sorry to hear you fucked up your new life, though, but I am now officially and literally above all that shit. I wish you an end to suffering and the roots of suffering and fuck you very much for making me destroy this perfectly good phone.
One of you... one of you fuckers sent me those texts. One of you is watching me. One of you killed Malcolm, left him on my table, and is now trying to frame me for it. You know I cleaned up his body. Maybe not like someone who is never ever done that before. Unfortunately, that would be very interesting to you. So which one are you?